... I think I'm falling for Charleston.
Yes, it's true that this new adoration could be due to my hotel's close proximity
to King Street and its shopping opportunities.
(It was the same situation in Boston with my hotel being a block away from Newbury Street.)
But how can one deny the fact of how convenient it is when it's discovered
that a person forgot to pack undergarments (how basic),
and she can simply walk down the street to Victoria's Secret?
There's no denying the benefits of that.
But honestly, it's always the history of a city that finds its way into my heart.
On my walk to the MUSC Wellness Center (the wimp in me that couldn't bear
this morning's humidity opted for a run on the treadmill instead of outside),
I passed historic building after historic building, houses and churches, etc.
and those buildings always present me with
an explicable feeling of contentedness.
I'd imagine that's the way these wonderful constructions would feel too.
